Edgar steps out from the cart and glances around Westport looking for the library. After a bit of wandering around he stumbles upon the old building. Entering he finds the curator sitting at his desk reading a book.
“Sir?” Edgar asks politely.
The old man glanced up from his book giving the monk a cold gaze.
“Did you need something?” he asks.
“I am Edgar Prescott, a traveling monk. Could I look around and see if there is anything related to Binn Gan Fo?”
The question however gets no reply, just a simple wave of his hand into the direction of some bookshelves. Taking this as a “yes”, Edgar slips into the back where books fill every free space. He wanders around glancing over the titles of the books while searching for a desk or table to sit and read. Wandering around the bookcases, like a maze, he finds a table, although some books are already there.
“I suppose the sooner I start the better” He mutters to himself.
He takes a seat, reads the titles of the books and stacks them off to the side. Reaching into one of his bags he pulls out a journal, the quill and inkwell to write his notes with. The area around the table is fairly open, enough for people to easily get in and out, and the light is dim. Edgar opens the nearest book to him and glances through its pages, wondering if someone else had the same idea and left these books out. He moves through all the books on the table, finding little information regarding Binn Gan Fo. Edgar writes notes on what he suspects might be relevant.
Edgar gets up from the table and starts wandering through the maze of shelves. Taking the other books with him as well, to return them to their places. As Edgar moves through the aisles, it gets harder to see as the masses of books filter out what little light can get through. Not wanting to bother the curator, Edgar wanders aimlessly learning the layout on his own and slowly picking out new books to read through. Looking back at his notes, Edgar sees a name that could help.
Moving up and down the aisles, Edgar looks for the name on other titles. The light gets dimmer as night approaches, making it harder to see. Quickly Edgar chooses the books he needs for tomorrow and places them at the table.
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